Saturday, 23 June 2018

Conspiracy of Silence

What started with talks of genocide
And Rizpah's lost child
Went on to contouring the outside lines of you
And conversations with you in her mind.

Missing you is the easy part.
Thinking you up all day is restlessness personified.
Because she is strong, not invincible.
She wants her errs to be rectified.

Talk to her & tell her what's shifted
What's with all this silence?
As if being pulled in by a river current
Sucked into a seedy turbulence

You're a sunset of the deepest reds, vibrant yellows
And the most comforting blues
You've touched her with ur blackest eyes and murky pastel hues.
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So now...
She's written your name so deep in her book of sands,
When waters flow through the pages, dark seas are born!!
Curb the storm that you've stirred in the waves and tell her once more..
'Wake up, sunshine... I'm here..and it's a new morn!'

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